Furthermore, her writings were not aligned and were all over the place. If she hadn’t mentioned that she was writing a letter, one would think that she was just drawing worms.
“What is this?”
Willow continued, “So, what’s this then?”
Vivian answered proudly, “That’s an ‘I’. It represents me.”
Just as she spoke, she even cupped her face to get her point across.
Willow was speechless.
That’s an “I”?
Realizing that she would burst into laughter at the rate they were going, Willow quickly went back to her work.
A few minutes later, Vivian stopped writing. Surprisingly, she finally admitted that her writing was illegible.
“If only my brothers were here. They would be able to help me with this.”
Feeling depressed, the thought of them doing her homework on her behalf made her miss them even more.
What am I going to do now?
Ever since she arrived in Jetroina, she dropped the hairpin by accident. Her brothers were unable to help her while she couldn’t keep in contact with Sebastian.
Hence, she missed him a lot and hoped that he missed her too.
After laying on the table for a long time, she finally climbed down.
When Willow came over, Vivian was nowhere to be seen.
However, she didn’t give it much thought. Although the bar had a large backyard, the front door was sealed by Solomon so that they wouldn’t be found. Other than himself, no one else was able to get in.
Hence, Willow continued with her work.
Unknown to her, Vivian had sneaked toward where the phone was.
Why don’t I give Daddy a call?
With that, Vivian quietly brought the phone beneath the table with her and quietly dialed the number that Sebastian had secretly asked her to commit to memory.
Ring! Ring!
Just when the call got through, she heard a voice speaking in a foreign language she didn’t understand.
Vivian blinked. “Uncle Sebastian?”
The voice responded in a confused tone.
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